Taking It Off

by Claire Kent

  “Tell me the truth,” he instructed, his big hand on her hip. “You like how that sounds, don’t you?”

  “Yeah,” she admitted. “I like it.”

  “You’ll like it more when it happens to you. Just wait.”

  She was breathing heavily when he released her and headed back toward his office, giving her a flirtatious backward smile.

  Her back stiffened as she realized he’d left her all hot and bothered. He’d done it on purpose. The tease.

  She went back to her table, determined not to show him how affected she was. And she did an okay job of acting unconcerned and nonchalant, but she couldn’t stop picturing him fucking her in his office again, her legs shamelessly in the air as he pounded into her.

  The visual should have been embarrassing, but it was nothing but hot.

  A half hour later he came out of his office and made a round of the club, chatting with some customers and a few members of the staff and then ending up at her table.

  She wanted to tease him the way he’d teased her, but she couldn’t think of any way to do it. She’d never been naturally sexy, and she wasn’t any good at dirty talk.

  The only thing she could think to do was lean over enough to give him a good view of her cleavage as he sat back in his chair and smiled at her.

  She saw his eyes lower and linger on her neckline, and she loved the heat that sprang up in his eyes as he did.

  “Did you have something to say?” she asked with a sweet smile.

  His eyes crawled over her chest and then up to her face, possessive and entitled. “I have a lot to say. And part of it is that you better not let anyone else see what I’m seeing right now.”

  “What’s that?” she asked, her eyes round and innocent.

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about. And no one gets to see it but me.”

  “If you say so.”

  “I do say so. And because you’ve been so naughty in trying to tease me like that, now you’ll have to wait.”

  She batted her eyes playfully, although her body was tightening again at the husky sound of his voice. “Wait for what?”

  “For your satisfaction. You’ll be begging for it by the time I’m through with you tonight.”

  “I doubt it.”

  “I wouldn’t challenge me, if I were you. I always meet a challenge.”

  “So do I.”

  “We’ll see.” He gave her a hot smile and stood up.

  She watched as he walked away, and she felt aroused and amused and incredibly excited. It was like she was on the edge of something—something incredibly good. A few minutes later, she was getting bored with the act and a little restless, wanting to see Matt again, so she went back to the bar for another drink.

  As Robbie was filling her glass, she felt an arm go around her again.

  She smiled. “Can’t stay away, can you?”

  “Something like that.”

  She accepted her drink from Robbie with a smile, and she was sipping it as Matt turned her body around so she was facing the stage. He was pressed behind her again, and one of his arms was wrapped around her.

  Slowly, very gently, he started rocking into her from behind.

  It was such a subtle motion that it might not even have been evident to anyone else, but she sure as hell felt it. Her pussy started to ache in response to the motion.

  “You want me bad, don’t you?” he murmured into her ear, the way he’d done earlier.

  “You’re the one getting hard.”

  It was true. She could feel it against her bottom. It turned her on even more.

  “And you’re getting wet. You keep thinking about how I’m going to fuck you later, how you’re going to scream as you come over and over again.”

  She was hot all over now and she took a sip of scotch to hide it. “Someone is overly confident.”

  “You know I can do it. You know how well I can fuck you. And you know how much you want me to do it again.” He raised his hand to graze his palm against one of her nipples, which was tight and hard and poking out through the fabric of her top.

  She gasped and choked on a cry of pleasure at the sensation. “Not in public.”

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like for me to turn you over this bar and fuck you hard and rough so everyone could see how sexy you really are.”

  “Don’t be…be ridiculous.” Her hand was trembling so much she had to put down her glass. The throbbing between her legs just got more and more intense.

  “I could make you come right here, right now.”

  She closed her eyes and moved a hand to grip the arm he had wrapped around her. She felt the need to hold on.

  “Do you want me to?” he asked, still murmuring in her ear.

  “I think it better wait until we’re in private.”

  “All right. If you say so.” He let her go, a smile in his voice.

  She turned around in surprised disappointment when he stepped away from her body. “What?”

  “I’ll see you later.”

  She gasped in indignation, realizing she’d let him do it to her again. She was desperately aroused now, and she was seriously tempted to go to the bathroom to take care of herself.

  But that would have seemed like a defeat, so she just took her drink back to her table.

  Matt had been aroused too. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer himself.

  She was right.

  Ten minutes later he reappeared and walked right over to her table. He held out a hand.

  She took it, sighing in relief as he led her back into his office.

  She couldn’t wait very much longer.

  —

  Matt couldn’t wait any longer.

  He’d tried to hold out as long as he could—to prolong the game, to work Elizabeth up even more—but his body was screaming for him to take her, and he had to do it soon or he would completely lose it.

  He knew Elizabeth was aroused too, so he was surprised when she gave him an aloof look and walked over to the window to look out.

  “Do you ever watch from this window as people are coming and going?”

  “Sometimes,” he said, feeling a surge of deep arousal at the sight of her tight butt, her long legs in those boots, her thick fall of tousled reddish brown hair.

  “Do they do anything interesting?”

  “Sometimes.”

  “Like what?”

  “Why do you care about that?” he asked, walking over to stand behind her.

  “I don’t know. People are interesting.”

  “I can find other things to interest me,” Matt said, his voice unexpectedly thick. If she hadn’t known he was turned on before, she would certainly know he was now.

  She didn’t look back at him.

  He noticed her cheeks were flushed, and she was perspiring slightly. Testing a theory, he let his breath blow gently against the back of her neck.

  He saw her shiver and take a deep breath.

  She was turned on too. She was just teasing him now, the way he’d teased her.

  “Elizabeth,” he murmured, reaching out to put a hand on her waist. He was standing directly behind her now.

  Her breath hitched. “What?” She didn’t move away from him.

  He let his hand slide up until it cupped one of her breasts. Her nipple was hard and he grazed it with his palm.

  A rush of desire surged through him when she moaned softly in response.

  Her head fell back and she pushed her chest out slightly, increasing the friction on her nipple. He brought his left hand up to fondle her other breast at the same time.

  “Oh God, Matt,” she groaned. “It’s way too hot in here.”

  He chuckled, lust and excitement and satisfaction and humor mingling into a fuzzy roar in his head. “Yeah. Blame the heat.”

  Elizabeth laughed too, reaching up to push her hair back over her shoulders. Matt buried his face in the thick waves, breathing in her fragrance, wanting her even more
.

  His lips found the side of her neck through her hair, and he sucked on her pulse, loving the way she shook and gasped in pleasure. He pushed his pelvis against her ass, and she pressed backward into him.

  Matt grunted at the pressure, his cock urging him to push, to thrust, to find release in her sweet body.

  Instead he reached down to the hem of her skirt and slid his hand up her thigh, pushing the skirt up as he did.

  Her flesh was soft and smooth—the texture was delicious and made him want to do something primitive like howl. When he’d pushed her skirt up to her hips, he reached around her body to the lace of her panties. Then he slid his fingers between her legs.

  She was wet and hot and deeply aroused. He could feel it through the fabric. She was just as turned on as he was, since her arousal had been building all through the evening.

  Just like his.

  He dipped his hand beneath her panties and stroked her pussy until he found her clit. She cried out when he pressed against it, so he continued the massage.

  His vision blurred with growing need as he worked Elizabeth over, trapping her between the hand massaging her clit, the other hand fondling her breast, and the press of his erection behind her.

  Her gasps transformed into little sobbing sounds as she shook and arched her back against his chest. For a moment her absolute lack of inhibition in taking pleasure from him like this in front of the window in his office almost made Matt lose it completely.

  He had to drop his hand and pull his pelvis away from her ass to keep from coming in his pants.

  “Damn it!” Elizabeth cried as she lost the stimulation. “I was about to come!”

  “Sorry,” he rasped, regaining his control, although the throbbing of his cock was a constant torture. “Maybe I can make up for it somehow.”

  Elizabeth turned around, pulling her top off over her head as she did. “Maybe you can,” she replied with a smile.

  The smile was as irresistible as the gorgeous lines of her breasts beneath her bra. Matt pushed her back against the cool window and kissed her, deep and hungry.

  She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck and her body rubbing against his. As his tongue explored her mouth, one of his hands gripped her ass, and both of them moaned into the kiss.

  After a minute Elizabeth lifted one of her legs and tried to hook it around his body. The move brought her hot, wet center against the front of his pants, and they ground against each other as they kissed.

  When he could hear her moans shifting to little grunts of effort, he could tell her need was intensifying. He broke off the kiss and, before she could complain, he sank to his knees in front of her.

  “Oh God!” Elizabeth gasped as he pushed up her skirt again and grabbed the fabric around the seam of her panties.

  He did something he’d always wanted to do. He ripped them off.

  “Oh God!” Elizabeth said again, her eyes wild with lust but still glinting with a little bit of her characteristic ironic humor. “Do you do that a lot?”

  Matt huffed out a laugh. “First time.”

  “Good job with it, then.”

  He was still smiling when he pulled her thighs apart so he could fit his head in between.

  He licked her pussy, tasting her desire for him, a taste that only fueled his arousal even more.

  Prompted by her gasps and little cries of pleasure, Matt teased and pleasured her for a while with his lips and tongue. Elizabeth, eagerly giving him as much access as she could, had hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and was balancing herself against the wall, one hand holding his head in place and the other fumbling against the window.

  It was an awkward position—for both of them. It shouldn’t have been so sexy.

  But it was. Matt couldn’t remember ever being so turned on in his life.

  And Elizabeth was about to come.

  He finally slid two of his fingers into her pussy, her slick, tight walls gripping him deliciously. Then he bent his fingers slightly to push against her G-spot and he lowered his mouth to suck her clit.

  She arched against the window with a breathless cry, her heel hitting his back as her body shuddered and jerked. She was past forming words now, and he felt a surge of heated power at the fact that he’d worked her up into this incoherent state.

  She’d given herself to the sensations completely—taking pleasure with total abandon. Somehow he knew she’d never been so unself-conscious, so natural, so unpracticed with anyone else, with anyone but him.

  When she came, Matt almost came too. Her pussy spasmed and clamped down on his fingers, and her entire body froze and then shook through the waves of release.

  Matt bit his bottom lip hard and used all his powers of control to rein in his throbbing need and climb to his feet.

  Elizabeth had collapsed, limp and breathless, against the window and was gazing up at him with pleased warmth. “Wow,” she said. “Maybe there’s something to be said for being naughty.”

  Matt laughed again. And was surprised when she grabbed his head and pulled him down into a deep, clumsy kiss. He could still taste her. Was sure she could taste herself too.

  When she broke the kiss, she straightened up and walked over to the chair where she had left her purse.

  For one horrible moment Matt thought she was going to leave. But she just reached into a pocket of the purse and pulled out a condom in a foil packet.

  “Good thinking,” he said, trying not to reveal his relief.

  She smiled. “I’m following your example and trying to always be prepared too.”

  Feeling a rush of excitement at finally being able to relieve his throbbing cock, he walked Elizabeth back toward his desk until her ass connected with the edge. She reached out to unfasten his pants. And then she took his freed cock in both hands.

  He was incredibly hard, and he closed his eyes and moaned as she ran her fingers up and down his shaft.

  He put the condom in her hands, hoping she’d get the hint. There was no way he could stand much foreplay, and he really didn’t want to embarrass himself by coming before he got inside her.

  She rolled the condom on skillfully and then pulled up her skirt. He could see she was about to prop herself up on the desk, but he turned her around instead and bent her down over the top of it.

  She laughed breathlessly as she looked at him over her shoulder. “What about my legs in the air?”

  It was just like her—remembering his comment from earlier and calling him on it. It was just like her and, if possible, it poured even more fuel onto the flame of his desire. He managed to say, “That comes later.”

  Matt’s desk was high, but the height was still a little awkward. He lifted her bottom slightly so he could line his cock up at her entrance.

  Then he slid himself home.

  They both released thick moans of pleasure at the first penetration. She was hot and tight and felt amazing, even through the condom. And Elizabeth writhed in pleasure, splayed out half naked on his desk.

  Matt leaned over to brace himself on the desk, his hands on either side of her body. Then he started to pump into her.

  He felt a swell of primitive pride and power as his cock thrust into her from behind and as he heard her rhythmic grunts on each in-stroke.

  Of course, he was grunting too. And the heat and the need and the animalistic sensations flooded over him as he fucked her.

  He could tell from her responses that she was close to climax again—far sooner than he’d expected or even hoped. He accelerated the speed of his thrusting, his eyes moving from Elizabeth’s gorgeous ass, rocking shamelessly with his pumping, to her damp, flushed face, twisting with the intensity of her sensations, and to his cock sliding in and out of her body.

  He wanted to howl. But instead he focused on giving Elizabeth what she needed—fucking her hard and fast.

  She stuffed her fist in her mouth to muffle her shout as she came, sobbing over her hand as her pussy clamped down unbearably hard around
his cock.

  Matt grunted and jerked his head to the side, fighting desperately for control.

  He wasn’t ready for this to end yet.

  Her body grew soft and boneless as she came down from her hard climax. “Oh God, Matt,” she gasped, shifting uncomfortably on the desk. “I wasn’t even sure if I liked that position.”

  Matt slid his cock out carefully so Elizabeth could get up, since she was obviously growing awkward bent over the desk like that. She turned around and stretched a little. Then she grinned up at him. “Now is it time for legs in the air?”

  “You’re excited about that, aren’t you?”

  “I think you’ll enjoy it too.”

  “Definitely.”

  He helped Elizabeth lift herself up so she was sitting on the edge of the desk. Then he checked the condom and propped her ankles up on his shoulders, pulling her hips toward him as his cock slid back inside her.

  “Matt,” Elizabeth said on a sharp inhale, “you feel so incredibly good. Has anyone told you that before?”

  Women had told him that before. But he either hadn’t believed them or hadn’t cared.

  He gripped her legs to keep them in place, and they rocked like that in tight little pumps, entwined on the edge of the desk.

  Then the urgency finally got the best of Matt, and he broke their rhythm with a rough groan.

  “Fuck me, Matt,” Elizabeth demanded, leaning back until she was sprawled on her back on top of his desk. “Do it now.”

  He sucked in a deep breath and leaned forward to get more leverage, bracing himself once more on the desk. Then he began to thrust.

  Elizabeth’s legs were still on his shoulders, occasionally banging against him when she got too enthusiastic. He didn’t care. The pain just spurred his need even higher.

  She clawed at the desk’s surface as she gave herself once more to the carnal pleasure, and soon she was making little sobbing sounds again as the rhythm and friction pushed her toward another climax.

  There was no way Matt could hold back anymore. He poured all of his desire and need and urgency and heat into their primal motion.

  They were rocking the desk a little, and they were both too loud for an office. But the crowd outside was even louder, and there was no way Matt could silence his sounds of effort and pleasure.